It happens to the best of us! At least you changed your shirt! I would have just said, "Oh well" and kept on going.
Apparently I am going to be one of those people who dribble food all over and wet themselves when I get older.
I know this because the slow decline has already begun.
This morning I had to change my shirt three times before I made it to work. THREE TIMES! First I dribbled strawberry jam on my shirt while I was having toast for breakfast. Then I dribbled Cinnamon Sparkle Crest on my shirt while brushing my teeth. Then I got dirt all over my shirt as I was cleaning off my car...

It was as if the universe itself was conspiring against me.
Unbeknownst to the universe, however, is the fact that I have a never-ending supply of Bad Monkey T-Shirts in size medium. TAKE THAT UNIVERSE!
I'm sure you dont want to hear this, but you're turning into my dad. Not a meal goes by...
Posted by James Deonier on November 21, 2005 | Reply
maybe you should NOT change your shirt, so you can dirty it with jam, peanut butter (i love peanut butter & jam sandwiches), dirt, grime, or whatever.. so that at the end of the day, you only wash ONE dirty shirt! then you can have MORE clean bad monkey shirts to wear for the rest of the week! brilliance. :)
I'm with Kevin (or Kermit?) on this one. I'm guilty of forgetting that I messed something up and that it needs to go to the dry cleaner, then my housekeeper hangs it up and I'll wear it later on with the stain! Reeeee-tallllll-did.
Posted by Atomic Bombshell on November 21, 2005 | Reply
Dave, I know just what you need. I saw this awesome advertisement for a product that's aimed at fixing just the problem you've discussed. It's called "Shirt In A Can", and it's outstanding. Just remove your dirty shirt and spray on your "Shirt In A Can", and you're done! Brilliant! Sorry, I don't know where to order it. :-/
My solution to this problem is a closetful of multicolored PRINT shirts. I simply cannot eat a meal without dribbling down my front. Wish I could blame it on encroaching age, but I've always been this way. I prefer to blame my always-in-the-way boobs, but I guess that excuse won't work for you, huh?
Dave I don't think it's age related. When I was about sixteen, there was as six week period when I literally couldn't take a drink of anything without spilling it on myself - it was ridiculous.
Speaking of ridiculous - I tried to get a picture of me wearing my Bad Monkey teeshirt (which is awesomely comfy), but it looked too atrocious to ever be sent to anyone. C'est.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Posted by Kachina Crowe on November 23, 2005 | Reply

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